Pippa's Song

by Robert Browning (1812–1889) English

The year 's at the spring,
And day 's at the morn;
Morning 's at seven;
The hill-side 's dew-pearl'd;
The lark 's on the wing;
The snail 's on the thorn;
God 's in His heaven—
All 's right with the world!

Source: Bartleby.com (archived copy)

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